Shelly's Story

I sat down at the computer for the first time in a couple of months and in reacquainting myself with what was on it I noticed "Watching The Wife" on the Favorites drop down menu. Being curious, and knowing that my husband Robert uses the same user name and password for everything, I had no trouble in pulling up the site. All I can say is 'fascinating!' Robert has always wanted to watch me with another man, but I had no idea that so many others had the same fantasy. I randomly read several of the stories and while scrolling through the list I happened upon a story entitled "Shelly's Trip." Since my name is Shelly I pulled the story up and imagine my surprise when the story turned out to be the one I told Robert following my last trip to Grand Island.

Robert has been after me for several years to fulfil his fantasy, but I've always said no. I was one of those silly females who believed that marriage was forever and that love and sex were the same. How could I possibly go to bed with someone I didn't love? Especially with my husband watching? I did try to satisfy Robert after a fashion. I would come home from business trips and tell him stories about my imaginary sexual adventures, but he always realized that they were made up and that I never intended to violate my wedding vows. Robert ended "Shelly's Trip" with the question, "You don't suppose?"

Yes Robert, the story was true - and so is this one.

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I got to Grand Island two hours earlier than normal. There was a reason of course; I'd told Chris I would be back on that date and at that approximate time. What had happened between us on my last trip had been a 'happy accident.' I'd had no intention of being unfaithful to my husband, it had just happened. This time I was going to see if I could do it deliberately. If I could Robert would be one step closer to realizing his fantasy. I had no idea what I was going to do when I saw Chris's truck in the truck stop parking lot and believe me when I say I spent the entire three-hour drive thinking of nothing else. Would I see the truck and chicken out, just drive through the lot and keep on going? Would I just have coffee with him in the coffee shop, thank him again for the ring he had given me, and then go on to visit my branch office? Or would the wetness between my legs (oh yes, I'd been thinking about his cock ever since our last meeting) have me climbing up into his truck before he even had a chance to ask me?

It looked like I would never know. I had circled the lot three times without seeing his truck and I could not believe the disappointment I felt.

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I had time to kill before I had to be at the Grand Island office so I parked and went inside to use the ladies room and then I went into the coffee shop to have a cup of coffee. I was sitting in a booth making notes in my Day-Timer when a voice behind me said, "Hey little girl. If you'll come out to my truck with me I'll give you some candy."

I turned and saw Chris standing behind me and holding out one red rose to me. The thousand-watt smile I gave him and the tingle I felt in my stomach answered all the questions that had been running through my mind. I was not only going to climb up into his sleeper I was probably going to race him to it. He sat down with me and we made polite small talk, but both of us knew what the other was thinking and what the other one wanted to do. As one we stood up and he took me by the hand and led me out the door in the direction of his truck and as soon as I saw it I broke away from him and yelled, "Last one in is a rotten egg" and I took off running for it. He caught me just as I put my hand on the door, spun me around and kissed me. God what a kiss; it buckled my knees.

He helped me up into the truck and we fell into the sleeper where I set a world record in getting my clothes off and then had to help Chris get out of his. I grabbed his cock and stroked it while we kissed passionately and he worked a couple of fingers into my pussy. That was it for foreplay, fifteen seconds, and then I was on my back and he was moving into me. Damn but I must have been wet because he slid right into me with no trouble at all and both of us were too horny to take it slow. He pounded into me and I pushed back at him and cried, "Harder baby, fuck me harder, come on lover, give it to me" and Chris obliged me. He hadn't been fucking me for more than a minute or so when I had my first orgasm. My nails dug into his back and my feet were pounding on the backs of his legs when suddenly he gave a little groan and I felt his cum splash inside me.

He fell to my side, took me in his arms and gave me a passionate kiss as my hand reached for his shrinking cock. I started to stroke his cock as his tongue probed my mouth and then he broke the kiss and I spun around so that my mouth could take the place of my hands. I tasted our mixed juices and it was heavenly. I did my best to deep throat him while playing with his balls and was rewarded by a returning of his hardness. I spun around again and pulled him on top of me and this time he fucked me slowly as I clung to him. God, what had I been missing? My husband had wanted me to do this and I had fought him at every turn. No more! If other men could make me feel this way Robert was going to get his fantasy in spades. I just hoped he could really handle it. Chris started to speed up and my body responded with another orgasm just as Chris sent his second load of sperm into me.

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We lay together kissing and stroking each other for several minutes and I noticed that his cock, which had been resting against my leg, was getting hard again. I reached down and touched it and it twitched and kept growing.

"Are all truckers as insatiable as you or are you an exception?"

"You just bring out the best in me."

"I have time for one more" I told him as I got up on my hands and knees.

"I'd better not waste a minute of it then," he said as he moved behind me.

I had my head lying on my arms and Chris was gently fucking me from behind when I heard the door to the truck open. I heard someone climbing up into the truck and I looked back and saw Chris looking at his watch with a frown on his face. I looked back to the front of the cab and into the blue eyes of a rather nice looking young man who was staring at me and Chris like he could not believe his eyes. Chris started to pull back from me, but I felt another orgasm coming and I begged him not to stop. He plowed into me with the force of a battering ram and my orgasm washed over me leaving me weak from exhaustion. Chris again made as if to withdraw, but he had not yet cum. I told him to stay, that we had already been caught, and I believed in finishing what I start.

Chris explained to me that the young man, Jerry, was his co-driver, but that he had not been expected for another hour. Jerry apologized for showing up early and interrupting, but his wife needed the car so she had driven him in and dropped him off. He had planned to sit in the coffee shop and drink coffee while he waited, but then he had seen the truck and had come on over. I watched Jerry watch us and I wondered if this is what it would be like having Robert watch me while I enjoyed myself with a strange cock. Jerry apologized again, but then he said that even though he was sorry for interrupting he wasn't going to leave.

"If I go into the truck stop the image of you two is going to stay with me so instead of sitting in their with my imagination working overtime I'm just going to stay here and watch.

"God!" I thought, "What is it with men and watching?" I thought my husband was the only one with weird ideas. It amused me in a way and so I put my head down on my arms and I watched Jerry watch Chris fuck me. Chris had decided to take his time and enjoy me for as long as he could so his strokes were slow, but even slow they were causing the heat to build in me again. I started to moan, "Oh yes, oh yes, Jesus that feels good, fuck me baby, fuck me, fuck me hard."

I was still watching Jerry and by then he had his cock out of his pants and he was masturbating. I watched as he stroked himself and as I saw his hand move faster I felt Chris move faster. I felt my orgasm building and out of nowhere, surprising even me, my voice called out, "Jerry, get up here."

Jerry moved quickly into the sleeper and my mouth wrapped around his cock just as he came and I felt his cream hit the back of my throat. I rocked with the intensity of my orgasm and Chris shot into me for the third time that day.

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I never made it to the Grand Island office that day, and Chris and Jerry were late in starting their run to San Diego. I called and said my car broke down and I rescheduled for the next day. I called Robert and gave him the same story and told him I would call him later after I had checked into a motel. Then I did check into a motel and Chris and Jerry and I sucked and fucked until five the next morning. We had breakfast and then I walked them to their rig and gave both of them a passionate kiss goodbye and waved as they pulled away, the early morning sun glinting off the bright green paint.

As I walked to my car another rig pulled up next to me and the driver, a good looking man about my age asked me if I would like to check out his sleeper. I smiled and thought for a minute before saying, "Not this time honey, but I'll be back through here one month from today."

Robert, if you are reading this, there will be a British Racing Green colored Peterbuilt parked in front of our house on March 3rd. If you can manage to be there you will get your fantasy.